Friday, April 24, 2009

Drunk

Drunk, so a word of beauty.
Drunk, a drunkthought
Here to live in dreams
life
Can criticize their own irresponsible
Can be regardless of the difference between reality and imagination
In short, I can own unbridled
The burden of trying to live a good tear to pieces
Put all my heart into pieces

I used to resist all of the relentless
I used to block all the pain
But not like the results I want
Drunk it!
Do not want to see the world
Do not want to see the body of a scarred
Do not want to
That really can not laugh injuries
Tears really is not laughing
Because, grievances and only a heart fall
Stubborn prick with my own heart
I buried the past with my soul
Boring
Really boring
Drunk it!
I have the shadow I can not see
I deserted the world has cheap affliciton hoodies changed
I step on the world in ice-cold
I do not see the lights lit for me
Drunk it!
The soul has passed
Are you sure you have the master of
Is not a complete survival can also shell
Drunk drunk drunk
Drunk to the world I can not see
Drunk too close to my taste of laughter and tears
Drunk it!
I think sleeping 20 century
I think every minute of every hour lastest coogi jeans all night
I think every day I am a person39s world
Why so tired heart
Why, I would like such a drunk
Why, lastest shorts the world is full of tired
What is the reason
I do not know
Really do not know
Only heart

No tears
Others just want to regret
Find all drunk, looking for offense

Posted by dao at 13:36:03
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